You know those moments that define your life? When you do something for the first time and forever after you tell that story? I believe, for my grandpa Leo, that moment was when he got to ride in an airplane, for the first time, with Amelia Earhart. Grandpa Leo was a quiet man, not prone to telling his stories but he told that story to his children and grandchildren. He was about 19, and already interested in airplanes, when Amelia Earhart came to an airport nearby, probably the York Airport. I believe she was raising money for her flight around the world and she would come and give rides for a fee. Someone grandpa knew put up the money for him to take that ride, and a love of flying was born. Grandpa later got his pilot’s license and he owned several planes in his lifetime. He had to have been a bit of a daredevil, as flying wasn’t very safe back then. Stories I have heard is that he liked to roll, skim the ground (while his friends shot at coyotes), and do other stunts. By the time I came along he didn’t have a plane and he didn’t fly but he did own a motorcycle and he took me for a ride once. I could tell, when he was out on that bike, he felt free. I can imagine that is how he felt while flying. And I bet that when grandpa was out on his tractor doing the work of a farmer he dreamed about his time in the air.

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About Rosanna Ward

Rosanna is a devoted wife of 20 years and mother of four children, two of which are homeschool graduates. She currently homeschools her 8-year-old son and her youngest son is a toddler. Rosanna is a homeschool graduate and a graduate of Oral Roberts University: She grew up in Tulsa and has been homeschooling here for the past eight years. Her mission at Tulsa Homeschool Happenings is to provide a “one-stop” local community hub online that will help homeschooling families in our area fulfill their individual missions while connecting with the greater homeschooling community.

2 Responses to A Ride with Amelia Earhart

Uncle Leo loved to fly – no doubt. I begged my mother to go up, but she would not let me and now, knowing the rolls he did with mother and dad, surely he would have had a mess to clean up as I was very motion sick as a child and although the condition has become less violent, I still sometimes get queasy and sick. But I love the idea of flying – without a machine would be perfect. Looking forward to this.